After coming within ten meters of the corpse, Ryan stood still.

In the distance, a gloating expression appeared on Trim's face.

In his opinion, there is still a difference between the gifted and the transcendent, and Ryan Charr's situation looks like he is being targeted by something, and maybe he will vomit like ordinary people like them in a while.

Malicious!

The malice that had dissipated and faded into nothingness slowly appeared in Ryan's senses, which was the malice he was familiar with.

I still remember the first time I heard the cry for help in the sea of blood, and then, he suddenly descended on a certain woman, at that time, he sensed a strong malice there, malice mixed with murderous intentions, which was terrifying, at that time, he had no way to use the woman's body, and finally, it was the power of the golden book that was activated.

Later, he saw the news of the murder in the newspaper.

At that time, he couldn't save the other party, but at that time, although the malice was thick, there was no extraordinary energy fluctuation, unlike now, the breath has changed, and there is a certain degree of bonus.

Between ordinary people and transcendentals, it is like maggots and flies, of course, you have to dislike this metaphor disgusting, then, you can treat these two types as insects and butterflies, insects will turn into butterflies when they break their cocoons, but the process of breaking the cocoon is extremely painful, many insects will be stuck in this level, die in the cocoon, and more insects are not even qualified to break the cocoon and turn into butterflies, they can only be ignorant as a bug.

If you know that you have a butterfly future, most of them will be like Trim now, envious, jealous and hateful, but also fearful.

Ryan stood there for about a minute, discerning what the aura had changed from the first encounter, and what it meant......

In the end, he came to a conclusion.

If it is said that when we first met, this breath was the breath of ordinary people, but it was just a pervert, and it was still in the category of insects, but now, this breath has the meaning of breaking out of the cocoon and being reborn.

It is equivalent to a gifted person among human beings.

The next step is to advance to transcendence.

It only needs this guy to reap more pain and kill more people, and he can do it.

His killing was nothing more than a form of sacrifice, a sacrifice of pain to some being in the void.

Yes, here, Ryan also sensed a faint breath of pain, all the pain has been harvested, however, there is still some residue on the scene, and it has not been harvested cleanly, as time passes, this breath should melt in the air, and eventually, it will dissipate without a trace, if Ryan comes a little later, there is no way to sense it.

For ordinary people, this breath will make them miserable.

The pain is hidden, but they can't bear it, and in this case, vomiting is a way, a way of alerting the nerves, warning them not to go deeper, not to come into contact with it, just like humans are hurt, they will feel pain, and this pain reminds them to avoid the same injury next time, and the nature of the two is roughly the same.

This aura will also make Ryan uncomfortable, after all, his body is still human.

It's just that after his divine soul and the golden book are fused, he is different from humans, and this aura can't set off a ripple in his spiritual sea at all, but it is the same as the smell of stinky ditches in the alley, which can be completely ignored.

A minute later, he stepped forward.

Soon, he was in front of the corpse, within easy reach of each other.

The corpse fell to the corner, its body lying downward, and it was supposed to be the same with its face, at most with its cheeks on the ground, but the corpse's face was strangely twisted towards the sky.

Ryan's pupils contracted slightly.

The corpse's face was smiling, the corners of its mouth were slightly upturned, and it bent into a beautiful arc, a pair of eyes were wide open, and although the light brown pupils were fixed somewhere, there was emotion in it.

Laughing and dying, there was great pain in her eyes, despair was hidden deep in the middle of the pain, making people see that the whole person was like being attracted by some black hole, and her soul kept falling into the bottomless abyss.

Someone once had a dream because he was terrified and then died in his sleep.

The medical symptom is a heart attack, even if that person's heart has been good and healthy.

Thanks to the police's nervous alarm, the body can't bear it, can't get close, if they walk in front of the corpse like Ryan, the weak-willed may suddenly have a heart attack and die, and the strong-willed will also get seriously ill, of course, this is a paradox, even if the will is strong, ordinary people can't walk in front of the corpse, and the human early warning system has resistance to this.

Ryan is naturally different, he is now equivalent to the transcendent, and he is immune to this condition.

Even, he is even more powerful than those transcendentals, the first-order transcendents will activate the spell position at this time, to protect against this kind of invasion of the divine soul, the spiritual sea will more or less set off some waves, but Ryan is not, that bit of divine soul intrusion is directly absorbed by the golden book, so there is a trace of energy in a certain space of the golden book, although it is insignificant, but it is good to add up to a lot.

It appears that the deceased was violently twisted by the neck, and then the neck was broken.

However, not a single fingerprint was found on the neck of the deceased.

Did the killer erase her fingerprints after her death so that she wouldn't be tracked down by the police?

The above is just a little bit of Ryan's own bad taste.

There is no fingerprint measuring instrument in Noah's continent, there is a world of transcendentals, disguised as a person with spells, not to mention fingerprints, even the pupils will be exactly the same, only the spiritual breath is not easy to simulate, however, for those real god existences, even the unique spiritual fluctuations of each person can be simulated without effort.

Ryan, who was squatting in front of the corpse, slowly got up, tilted his head, and closed his eyes.

In the distance, Trim's voice trembled.

"My lord, did those guys do this?"

As the leader of the homicide squad, Trim has been exposed to several extraordinary events, and for him, even if he can't get a promotion and a raise, he is willing to return to the state of life that he knows nothing about, like the Brewer policeman, at that time, he had simple happiness, simple troubles, and trivial pain, and every night he came home to drink a glass or two of wine, and fell asleep after being slightly drunk.

Unfortunately, there is no going back.

Now he often can't sleep all night long, and even if he does, he often wakes up from nightmares.

Ryan opened his eyes and nodded.

"Hey!"

Trim let out a long sigh and grabbed his hair hard.

Ryan turned, left the corpse, and walked out of the alley.

The expression on his face was a little dazed, as if he was sleepwalking.